Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 20

I parked the van under a Mango tree near the gate of our home. I felt depressed, tired, and worn out. I looked up in the yard and saw Paul trimming some flowers. He stopped and wiped sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He looked depressed too.

My heart raced as I came out of the van and walked towards the veranda porch. I braced myself for the coming argument. I was going to ask Paul for a divorce. I knew it would break him but I had to start living for me before it was too late. I could care less about his feelings; he should have cared more about my mine.

Paul must have heard my footsteps throbbing on the rocky pathway leading to our house because he turned around and dropped the garden scissors.

Darla! he shouted; tears rushed down his cheeks.

D, please hear me out!

I beg you!

He went down on his knees, and I looked away. Fighting back the tears, I exhaled loudly.

For better or worst he mumbled

Paul stop! I managed to say

You should have cared more about me, Im leaving you.

"All of a sudden you remember that for a better or worse statement?" I sucked my teeth and attempt to walk past him.

You really throwing away 30 years of marriage D? he asked and stood up quickly. He walked towards me and I stepped back.

I folded my lips and tasted the salty tears that rushed down the lining of my cheeks.

I dont care anymore, Paul!

Yuh did this!

Did you even think of me once?

I turn and pointed at the house.

I sat in this house for years waiting on you to come

to your senses and be my husband again.

Even when others warn me that you were cheating, I turned a blind eye because I loved you.

It is you, Paul, you are the one who threw away our marriage for some girl born yesterday.

Paul held out his hand and attempted to touch me, I pulled away and walked past him. My heart felt like someone had placed a dagger inside of it. Well, someone did, Paul had stabbed me in my heart.

I rushed up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Paul rushed after me, pleading for me to give him a second chance.

He shouted at me as hurried up the stairs to catch up to me.

I am not giving up on us Darla!

She is some young girl; she is not you

She is not just some young girl Paul; she is the mother of your children! I shouted back at him and slammed the door.

I screamed as loud as I could to release the loads of my heart. I wish I had not come here. I thought I was ready to face my fears, but I was not. I packed some clothing I had in the guest bedroom closet and rushed down the stairs from the balcony that led to the side of the house. I hurried to my van and Paul rushed after me. I drove away as fast as I could, tears clouding my face, I could barely see where I was going.